The prefect never thought that seeing his own guards would feel so annoying.

Just by seeing his face, the prefect couldn't bear it anymore.

On this day, the prefect was in his study, grinding ink and writing a letter with a pen.

At this time, there was a gentle knock on the door of the study again.

When the prefect heard this familiar rhythmic sound, he immediately knew who it was. He didn't intend to speak, but the people outside the door didn't stop knocking as if they were sure he would let him in. Although every once in a while, there would be a knock, but this rhythmic sound did not make the prefect feel the slightest pleasure, he only felt noisy.

The prefect had just written a few strokes when there was another knock at the door. His brush paused, and a drop of ink dripped onto the letterhead, gradually blurring, leaving a trace of blackness. The words in the pen were also unclear because of his movements.

The prefect looked at the faint words, and only felt that a sullen breath in his chest that had been finally suppressed surged up again.

He took a deep breath, simply threw the brush in his hand aside, crumpled the letter paper in his hand, and threw it into the wastepaper basket on the side. In the wastebasket, several clumps of white paper had been discarded.

The brush was casually placed next to the shelf, the ink on it was not dry, and gradually gathered into a drop of black ink, the tip of the brush drooped down, and the head was hanging softly, and the ink seemed to fall off at any time, swaying slightly with the breeze.

It was supposed to be a quiet scene, but the intermittent knock on the door sounded so harsh to the prefect's ears.

He took a deep breath and swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth and wanted to scold his mother, tongue. Jian'er skillfully turned a corner and said a different word.

"Come in."

The guards who had been knocking on the door for a long time outside couldn't help but cry with joy when they heard that there was finally a movement of the prefect in the study. He hurriedly and cautiously pushed open the door, and saluted respectfully to the prefect with an indistinguishable expression inside.

"Minions, see the prefect."

The prefect couldn't see any expression on the surface, but he suppressed his anger in his heart, and looking at this familiar face again, he held back his anger and said, "What is the so-called matter? Are you here to deliver a letter again? ”

When the guard heard this, he hurriedly saluted the prefect again, and immediately said: "It is worthy of the prefect, so smart that he knows what the slave is here to do." That's right, the minions are indeed the ones who come and deliver the letters......"

The guard's voice was a little high at first, but as he saw the prefect's face darken, his voice became quieter and quieter, and at last it was almost as thin as a mosquito, almost inaudible.

In the end, the guards simply remained silent. He closed his eyes and his heart was crossed, and he handed the envelope in his hand.

The prefect looked at the familiar white envelope in front of him, and there were still a few big characters written on it: The prefect personally opened, the words Li Wenyuan.

The prefect felt that he had never hated Li Wenyuan so much. Even before, when Li Wenyuan said in tears what he had done to his daughter, and decided to fight with himself to the end, and he would never admit defeat easily, the prefect didn't think that he was so annoying.

But what the prefect didn't expect was that what Li Wenyuan said about fighting to the end actually meant this. Every day, a letter was sent to him, counting the bits and pieces of what he had done, and complaining from beginning to end what he, the prefect, had done.

Originally, the prefect didn't think that he had done anything excessive. After all, in the end, this thing didn't work out.

But after reading Li Wenyuan's letters for a while, he almost thought that he was the heinous villain. This Li Wenyuan's letter is not the same every day, but in the final analysis, it is just a trick to scold him.

The prefect didn't expect that he would actually watch it himself. And, I read more than one.

Li Wenyuan probably didn't expect that the prefect actually read the letter he wrote in the past. If Xie Yu was next to him, I am afraid that he would give a thumbs up and praise the prefect, worthy of being the prefect, and even scolding people, he would have to study it.

The guards didn't see any movement from the prefect for a long time, but he didn't dare to withdraw his hand, after all, if the letter was not sent, he would return to his post, and he would meet those strong men who had not yet left, staring at him fiercely and asking if he had sent the letter out.

In the beginning, they would also search his body, and if they found a letter from his body and did not hand it over to the prefect, then he would be greeted with a fat beating. At least lie in bed for three days, or at worst, half of your body will be paralyzed, and I am afraid that you will have to spend the rest of your life in bed.

The guard pondered, his family was just an ordinary family, and he really couldn't bear this fat beating, so he went to see Lang Zhong catch the silver taels of medicinal flowers. In this case, it is better to obey them honestly and hand over the letter in your hand to the prefect.

Anyway, after all, if the prefect is really angry and wants to dispose of himself, he can also ask the prefect to leave a whole corpse. After all, when a person dies, there is no need to look at Langzhong, let alone spend silver taels. At most, find a straw mat, roll him like this, and throw him in a mass grave.

But what the guards couldn't accept was that he was beaten for no reason, not to mention his body was severely injured, and his soul was also injured to varying degrees, which cannot be cured by medicine, he didn't want to live in this shadow for the rest of his life, it would be sick, and it was not friendly to his future.

Therefore, after weighing the pros and cons, the guards chose to offend the prefect.

After all, no matter how you say it, he's just an errand runner, and the prefect can't clean himself up so easily. The guards still have a trace of illusion about the prefect in their hearts.

No matter how you say it, you have no merit, and you have hard work.

The prefect can't just run errands to help Master Li deliver a letter because he wants to return to the West. He would never agree!

However, the guards obviously forgot that if the prefect really wanted him to return to the West, he could not refuse at all, so he could only obey.

What's more, the guards have always had a trace of illusion about the prefect, presumably because in the more than half a month since he sent the letter, the prefect has not done anything to himself, at most he scolded a few words, but his anger was all directed at the letter given by Master Li. If you really want to talk about it, it has nothing to do with him.

After more than half a month of peace, the guards didn't need those strong men to urge, with a look, they obediently took the letter and ran in the direction of the prefect's study.

Those strong men were also very satisfied to see that this guard was so knowledgeable. As it happens, they don't have to waste their tongues or exert effort. Isn't it nice for everyone to be happy in this way? It's the best of both worlds!

The guards and the strong men have reached a certain degree of cooperation, but in the eyes of the prefect, this is not beautiful at all, but rather, it is not beautiful! God, what the hell is going on, seeing that he was so unlucky a while ago, didn't he drop a gambling stone shop from the sky to him?

In the end, this gambling stone shop can't be opened, just want to do something bad, if it doesn't work, forget it, and be shaken out, and now it's in an uproar, everyone knows that the reputation and trust he has worked so hard to build have collapsed almost in a few nights.

The prefect felt that his world was about to collapse at any time. If he hadn't been holding on now, who would have seen that his world was crumbling?

The guard's hand holding the envelope had begun to tremble slightly. Because after lifting for a long time, the prefect did not react in the slightest, and the guard felt that the blood in his head seemed to have flowed to his fingers, and his fingers were already a little stiff at this time.

Why hasn't the prefect accepted the letter? Could it be that this time, he finally doesn't plan to watch it again? Or is he unable to take it anymore and is thinking about what to do with himself?

Thinking of this, the guard's hands trembled even more.

When the prefect saw the appearance of the guard, he was even more dissatisfied.

"If you send a letter, you will send a letter, why are your hands still shaking?"

The guard heard the prefect's obviously dissatisfied tone, and said cautiously: "Returning to my lord, it's all the slave's fault, the slave's hand has always been disobedient recently, and I hope that the lord will not blame, and the slave will clean them up when he goes back." ”

Prefect: ......

Why didn't he find out before, this kid is quite funny when he talks?

But this did not help, and it did not make the prefect feel that he would become more pleasing to the eye because of this.

After a while, the prefect finally stretched out his hand, took the guard's letter casually, tore it open, and glanced at it a few times. The look on his face did not recover at all, and it was still dark.

The guard felt a light in his hand, and the envelope had been taken away by the prefect, and he was immediately overjoyed, and couldn't help but raise his head.

But as soon as he raised his head, he looked at the prefect with great disgust.

"Don't you come tomorrow."

The guard was stunned for a while, and then said cautiously: "The slave doesn't want to disturb the adult, but ......"

"You want to say that this letter has to be delivered?"

The guard nodded silently. He thought that the prefect was starting to get bored, and it seemed that Master Li had made him angry again.

Unexpectedly, the prefect said in the next sentence: "This letter can be sent, but can it be replaced by another person?" You don't look good, and Lord Ben is tired of looking at you, so you might as well come over to a beautiful girl's house! ”

Guards:......

He suddenly felt like crying without tears, my lord, you were not angry because of the letter written by Master Li, but because you thought he was ugly, so you would say such a thing.

But the appearance was given by his parents, what's more, he wasn't so unsightly, right?

It's the first time that the prefect has said such an unkind thing, and he even wants a pretty girl!

The guards suddenly felt a little suspicious of life.